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But ye fhall die like men, and fall

As other princes die.

8 Rife God, judge thou the earth in might, This wicked earth redress,

For thou art he who fhalt by right
The nations all poffefs.

Pfalm LXXXII.

I BE not thou filent now at length,
O God hold not thy peace,
Sit thou not ftill, O God of ftrength,
We cry, and do not cease.

2 For low thy furious foes now (well, And ftorm outrageously,

And they that hate thee proud and fell
Exalt their heads full high.
3 Against thy people they contrive
Their plots and counfels deep,
Them to infnare they chiefly trive
Whom theu doft hide and keep.

4 Come let us cut them off, say they, Till they no nation be,

That Ifrael's name for ever may

Be loft in memory.

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5 For they confult with all their might, And all as one in mind

Themfelves against thee they unite,
And in firm union bind.

6 The tents of Edom, and the brood
Of furnful Ishmael,

Moab, with them of Ilagar's blood,

That in the defert dwell.

7 Gebal and Ammon there confpire,
And bateful Amalec,

The Philistines, and they of Tyre,
Whofe bounds the fea doth check.
8 With them great Afhur alfo bands
And doth confirm the knot:
All thefe Lave lent their armed hands
To aid the fons of Lot.

9 Do to them as to Midian bold,

That wafted all the coaft,

To Sifera, and, as is told,
Thou didst to Jabin's beft,

When at the brook of Kithon old
They were repuls'd and flain,

10 At Endor quite cut off, and roll'd

As dung upon the plain.

II As Zeb and Oreb evil fped,

So let their princes speed,

As Zeba and Zalmunna bled,

So let their princes bleed.

12 For they, ami ft their pride, have faid, By right now thall we feize

God's houfes, and will noro invade
Their ftately palaces.

13 My God, oh make them as a wheel, No quiet let them fint,

Giddy and reflefs let them reel

Like ftubble from the wind.

14 As when an aged wood takes fire, Which on a Sudden frays,

The greedy flames run higher and higher, Tid all the mountains blaze.

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I How lovely are thy dwellings fair
O Lord of Hofts, how dear
The pleasant tabernacles are,

Where thou dost dzell so near !
2 My foul doth long and almost die
Thy courts, O Lord, to fee,
My heart and flesh aloud doth cry,
O living God, for thee.

3 There ev'n the fparrow freed from wrong
Hath found a house of reft;
The fwallow there, to lay her young

Hath built her brooding neft;

Ev'n by thy altars, Lord of Hofts,
They find their fafe abode,
And home they fy from round the cofis
Two'rd thee, my King, my God.
4 Happy, who in thy houfe refide,
Where thee they ever praife;

5 Happy, who in thee doth bide,

And in their hearts thy ways.

6 They pais'd through Baca's thirfly vale, That dry and barren ground,

As through a fruitful wat'ry dale

Where fprings and fhowers abound.

7 They journey on from ftrength to ftrength, With joy and gladness cheer,

Till all before cur God at length

In Sion do appear.

8 Lord God of Hofts, hear now my pray'r,

O Jacob's God, give ear,

9 Thou Cod our fhield, look on the face Of thine anointed dear.

10 For one day in thy courts to be Is better, and more bleft,

Than in the joys of vanity

A thoufand days at beft.

I in the temple of my God

Had rather keep a door,

Than dwell in tents, and rich abode,
With fin for evermore,

II For God the Lord both fun and fhield
Gives grace and glory bright,

No good from them fhall be with-held

Whofe ways are just and right.

12 Lord God of Hofls, that reign'ft on bigk, That man is truly blest,

Who only on thee doth rely,

And in thee only rest.

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From thy fierce wrath, which we had prov'd
Far worse than fire to burn.

4 God of our faving health and peace,
Turn us, and us restore,
Thine indignation caufe to cease

Tow'rd us, and chide no more.

5 Wilt thou be angry without end,
For ever angry thus,

Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend
From age to age on us?

6 Wilt thou not turn, and bear our voice
And us again revive,

That fo thy people may rejoice

By thee preferv'd alive.

7 Caufe us to fee thy goodness, Lord, To us thy mercy fhew,

Thy faving health to us afford,

And life in us renewv.

8 And now what God the Lord will fpeak, I will go frait and hear;

For to his people he speaks peace,
And to his faints full dear.

To his dear faints he will freak peace,

But let them never more.

Return to folly, but furccafe

To trefpafs as before.

9 Surely to fuch as do him fear Salvation is at hand,

And glory fhall e'er long appear

To dwell within our land.

10 Mercy and Truth that long were miss'd

Now joyfully are met;

Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kifs'd,
And band in band are fet.

II Truth from the earth, like to a flower,
Shall bud and bloffom them,
And Juftice from her heav'nly bow'r
Look down on mortal men.

12 The Lord will alfo then bestow
Whatever thing is good;

Our land fhall forth in plenty throw
Her fruits to be our food.

13 Before him Righteoufnefs fhall go
His royal barbinger;

Then will he come, and not be flow,
His footsteps cannot err.

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2 Preferve my foul; for I have trod
Thy ways, and love the juft;
Save thou thy fervant, O my God,
Who fill in thee doth truft.

3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee
I call; 4. O make rejoice

Thy fervant's foul; for, Lord, to thee
I lift my foul and voice.

5 For thou art good; thou, Lord, art prone To pardon; thou to all

Art full of mercy; thou alone,
To them that on thee call.
6 Unto my fupplication, Lord,
Give ear, and to the cry
Of my infant pray'rs afford
Thy hearing graciously.

7 I in the day of my distress
Will call on thee for aid;
For thou wilt grant me free access,
And aufwer what I pray'd.

8 Like thee among the gods is none,
O Lord, nor any works

Of all that other gods have done

Like to thy glorious works.

9 The nations all whom thou haft made Shall come, and all feall frame

To bow them low before thee, Lord,

And glorify thy name.

10 For great thou art, and wond'rous great By thy trong hand are done; Thou in thy everlasting feat

Remainef God alone.

II Teach me, O Lord, hy way most right, I in thy trath will bide;

To fear thy name my heart unite,

So fall it never fide.

12 Thee will I praife, O Lord my God,

Thee bonour and adore

With my whole heart, and blaze abroad

Thy name for evermore.

13 For great thy mercy is tow'rd me,
And thou haft free'd my foul,
Ev'n from the loweft Hell fet free,

From deepest darkness foul.

14 O God, the proud against me rife, And violent men are met

To feek my life, and in their eyes

No fear of thee have fet.

15 But thou, Lord, art the God most mild, Readieft thy grace to fhew,

Slow to be angry, and art fiil'd

Moft merciful, most true.

16 O turn to me thy face at length,
And me have mercy on;
Unto thy fervant give thy ftrength,

And fave thy handmaid's fon.
17 Some fign of good to me afford,
And let my foes then fee,
And be afham'd, becaufe thou, Lord,
Doft help and comfort me.

Pfalm LXXXVII.

I AMONG the holy mountains high Is his foundation fast ;

There feated in bis fan&uary,"

His temple there is plac'd.

2 Sion's fair gates the Lord oves more Than all the dwellings fair

Of Jacob's land, though there be flore,

And all within his care.

3 City of God, most glorious things Of thee abroad are spoke ;

4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings
Did our forefathers yoke.

I mention Babel to my friends,
Philiftia full of feern,

And Tyre with Ethiop's utmost ends,
Lo this man there was born:

5 But twice that praife fall in our ar
Be faid of Sion laft.
This, and this man was born in her,
High God fhall fix her faft.

6 The Lord fhall write it in a scroll
That ne'er fhall be out-worn,
When he the nations doth inrol,

That this man there was born.

7 Both they who fing and they who dance, With facred fongs are there,

In thee free brooks, and foft ftreams glance, And all my fountains clear.,

Pfalm LXXXVIII.

I LORD God thou dost me fave and keep, All day to thee I cry;

And all night long before thee weep,

Before thee profirate lie.

2 Into thy prefence let my pray'r

With fighs devout afcend,

And to my cries, that ceafelefs are,

Thine ear with favour bend.

3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble store Surcharg'd my foul doth lie,

My life at Death's uncheerful door
Unto the grave draws nigh.

4 Reckon'd I am with them that pafs
Down to the difmal pit;

I am a man, but weak, alas!

And for that name unfit.

5 From life discharg'd and parted quite
Among the dead to fleep,
And like the flain in bloody fight
That in the grave lie deep,
Whom thou remembereft no more,
Doft never more regard,

Them from thy hand deliver'd o'cr
Death: bideous bouse bath barr'd.
6 Thou in the lowest pit profound
Haft fet me all forlorn,

Where thickeft darkness bovers round,

In horrid deeps to mourn.

7 Thy wrath, from which no fhelter faves,

Full fore doth prefs on me;

Thou break'it upon me all thy waves,
And all thy waves break me.

8 Thou doft my friends from me cftrange, And mak'ft me odious;

Mc to them odious; for they change,
And I here pent up thes.

9 Through forrow, and afflictions great,

Mine eyes grow dim and dead;

Lord, all the day I thee intreat,

My hands to thee I fpread.

10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead; Shall the deceas'd arife,

And praise thee from their loathfome bed
With pale and bollow eyes?

II Shall they thy loving kindness tell
On whom the grave bath bold,
Or they who in perdition dwell,
Thy faithfulness unfold?

12 In darknefs can thy mighty hand
Or wond'rous acts be known,
Thy juftice in the gloomy land

Of dark oblivion!

13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry,
E'er yet my life be spent,

And up to thee my pray'r doth bie
Each morn, and thee prevent,

14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my foul forfake, I And hide thy face from me?

15 That am already bruis'd and fhake
With terror fent from thee?
Bruis'd, and afflicted, and fo low
As ready to expire,
While I thy terrors undergo
Aftonished with thine ire.

16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow
Thy threat'pings cut me through:
17 All day they round about me go,
Like waves they me purfue.

18 Lover and friend thou haft remov'd,
And fever'd from me far:

They fly me now whom I have lov'd,
And as in darkness are.

A Paraphrafe on Pfalm cxiv.

This and the following Pfalm were done by the Author at fifteen years old.

WHEN the bleft feed of Terah's faithful fon
After long toil their liberty had won,
And paft from Pharian fields to Canaan land,
Led by the ftrength of the Almighty's hand,
Jehovah's wonders were in Ifrael fhewn,
His praife and glory was in Ifrael known.
That faw the troubled fea, and shivering fled,
And fought to hide his froth becurled head
Low in the earth; Jordan's clear ftreams recoil,
As a faint hoft that hath receiv'd the foil.
The high, huge bellied mountains fkip like rams
Among their ewes, the little hills like lambs.
Why fled the ocean? and why skipt the moun-
tains?

Why turn'd Jordan tow'rd his crystal fountains?
Shake, earth, and at the prefence be aghaft
Of him that ever was, and ay fhall last,
That glaffy floods from ruggged rocks can crush,
And make foft rills from fiery flint-ftones guf

Pfalm CXXXVI.

LET us with a gladfome mind Praife the Lord; for he is kind;

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JOANNI MILTONI LONDINENSIS POEMATA.

QUORUM PLERAQUE INTRA ANNUM AETATIS VIGESIMUM CONSCRIPSIT.

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Fero che il fuo valor l'umana eccede:

Questa feconda fà produrre Eroi,

Ch' hanno a ragion del fovruman tra noi. Alla virtù fbandita

Danno ne i petti lor fido ricetto,

Quella gli è fol gradita,

Perche in lei fan trovar gioia, e dilleto;

Ridillo tu, Giovanni, e mostra in tanto
Con tua vera virtù, vero il mio Canto.
Lungi dal Patrio lido

Spinfe Zeufi l' induftre ardente brama;
Ch' udio d' Helena il grido
Con aurea tromba rimbombar la fama,
E per poterla effigiare al paro

Dalle più belle Idee traffe il più raro.
Cofi l'Ape Ingegnofa

Trae con induftria il fuo liquor pregiato
Dal giglio e dalla rofa,

E quanti vaghi fiori ornano il prato;

Formano un dolce fuon diverfe Chorde,
Fan varie voci melodia concorde.
Di bella gloria amenta

Milton dal Ciel natio per varie parti

Le peregrine piante

Volgefti a ricercar fcienze, ed arti;

Del Gallo regnator vedefti i Regni,
E dell' Italia ancor gl' Eroi più degni.
Fabro quafi divino

Sol-virtù rintracciando il tuo penfiero
Vide in ogni confino

Chi di nobil valor calca il fentiero ;

L'ottimo dal miglior dopo fcegliea
Per fabbricar d' ogni virtu l' Idea.
Quanti nacquero in Flora

On in lei del parlar Tofco apprefer l'arte,
La cui memoria onora

Il mondo fatta eterna in dotte carte,
Volefti ricercar par tuo tefoto,

E parlafti con lor nell' opre loro.
Nell' altera Babelle

Per te il parlar confuse Giove in vano,

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